Personal essays and narratives inspired by my life that don’t necessarily qualify as memoir.
Between my husband’s addiction recovery, and our relationship recovery, sometimes I just need a break. I went hiking last week, something I haven’t done nearly enough the past few months. Hiking is one of the main reasons we moved from Southern California to the Blue Ridge Mountains. I’ve often quipped that being in nature, on …
It’s dredging up a profound sense of loss I thought I’d already worked through. This story was originally published in The Wind Phone on Medium. The text pinged my phone, “Unboxed all the Christmas. I know it’s hard to see but is there anything you’d want to set aside? A lot of it’s junk, tbh.” …
The challenge of loving someone who got sober but never went through recovery. This story was originally published in Black Bear on Medium. It happened again. Like it always does. With words. Cold, defensive, attacking. Once again it’s not about anything big or important. It never is. Simple conversations turn into explosive arguments that activate …
We often encounter deer on our morning walks and today was no different. What was different was their response. She stomped her foot as she stared at me from the hill above the road. Her eyes met mine and never waivered. I noticed a flicker of white out of the corner of my eye as …
I was inspired to write this piece after visiting Hospice patients with my certified therapy dog Faith. I don’t know if it qualifies as memoir, but it’s writing about my life and that’s why it’s here. She bounded in the front door with the exuberance of an excited toddler. It’s this particular trait that always …
